Misery || Wolverine

Part 15

Note: I need to get back in the swing of writing.

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I've stayed in New York this entire time because that's where he's been. I've been chasing around the memories attached to his dog tag. Memories that are out of order and scattered, sometimes I'd end up in places he hasn't seen in decades. It's all I had. I couldn't sense him anywhere, and in times like these, I wished I had Cerebro to fall back on.

I've been entirely alone. I'm afraid to admit the isolation has driven my heart to a bitter and angry place. I barely spoke to anyone and if I did it was to ask questions about Logan. I've stayed on and off at my parent's cabin, but I'm paranoid of being found. I believe that if Stryker wanted to find me, he would've already. The fact that he hasn't yet is what I don't understand. It must be the fear he puts into me that excites that sicko.

I hiked up the familiar trail in the woods, keeping my eyes on the ground. I avoided the truck in quiet areas like these because I was afraid It'd bring attention to me. I love living in fear. I was almost at the wooden structure when I felt the change in air strike my heart. Something was different, someone else had been there. I immediately crouched lower to the ground, and with my back hunched over like that I wouldn't be able to keep the position long, but I silently made my way until I could barely see the silhouette. I hid myself behind the nearest tree, like that would be able throw Stryker off my trail, yeah right. I focused my eyes on the cabin, seeing if anything different has been done to it. Maybe I was trying to read the buildings mind. That's when I noticed a blurry piece of white on the wooden door. A note.

I straightened my back against the tree, a shaky breath escaping from my lips because in that moment I knew I had to run again. I wouldn't even dare take a chance to read it, I'm certain it's a trap and the minute I'd step on the porch I'd be euthanized. Not like the cabin would be a great loss to me, I lost a place to occasionally rest. But now it's just forced me to further look for Logan. But I needed rest so bad, I've grown tired over the years and I doubted myself on how much longer I could keep up this pathetic life. Forever just didn't sound good to me.

The truck was my main priority. It was parked by the side of the cabin, resting in place just as I had left it. I had to put any sickening thoughts of how I don't want to do this anymore aside, because I knew if it was infact a trap, I'd have to fight for my life. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't allowed to give up on myself until I found Logan.

I didn't have any bright ideas to get my truck stealthily, but I could be agile about it. So, I did what I'd normally do and I just walked. I entirely ignored the cabin as a whole, and only went to my truck. Anything that I ever left inside the building, or something I might've wanted to take that had sentimental value to my family, had to be left behind. It wasn't safe anymore.

Just as I knew it, as soon as I sat in the car with the door closed behind, engine softly humming, from the corner of my eye I saw his stupid figure stand by my car. I looked at him for what I hoped would be the last time. He looked stupid, with a stupid metal helmet on so reminiscent of Magneto. I could floor it if anything felt suspicious, he knew that too, but all he said:

"I just want to talk." Strykers muffled voice sounds from outside the truck, the window closed shut.

I focus my gaze up ahead, it seemed like it was just him. Unless his entire military operation were wearing tin foil hats. I ever so slightly cracked in the window open, immediately feeling the cold breeze against my face.